It'stime To The Grave Poem by JOBY JOHN

Who created man?
God! you think?
Word is written so,
'You are'
Atheist or existentialists
Their denial of existence
Is poets' jealousy.
He asked me.
I said 'I believe
Death in life
And life in death.'
All mortals are to grave.
The distance to grave is
Like the hair on the head.
None can predict when it would fall
We can make it fast
We can choose it least.
Heard seconds are memories
And those unheard are mysteries.
Be with Him.
He is present.
A soldier in the war
Makes his grave easy,
Let the citizen safe.
We kill others
Steal others
And think how safe we are.
We live to reach,
all to reach
the place for all
Nothing but 'The Grave'